Or at least I was 2 days ago when I first tried writing this story.
It all started 2 weeks ago when I ran into my old boyfriend from when I was 18… he was 25 but I was always the more experienced of us. We used to fuck each other’s brains out every chance we got. But we broke up as you do, it was a teen romance. I thought about him every now and then – but I had moved on with my life.
I was waiting in line at the cafe in the foyer in my building when I heard him laugh behind me. I turned before I realised why – and our eyes met. We agreed to meet for lunch (which went wonderfully) and then decided to keep the conversation going after work. He’s been divorced 3 years, I’m single for now. It’s been 15 years since we saw each other.